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In a fog just before dawn, I awoke trembling, my hands numb, and forehead sweating, 'Tis not a fever of one I would care for, such visions of the past and ghastly rumor, Why, O why should I grieve for so long? The music of my memories sings a lonely song. Mornings so grim such as this, I tend to wax nostalgic, By sunset, I'll be yearning for a return of the magic, Like a beast in fetters of iron so roughly wrought, In a devious trap of manipulation I was caught. An old poem tells us that Hope springeth eternal, Yet I am loathe to agree, seemingly infernal. Ah, Nostalgia, your vain parallels disgust me. Respice finem, causa finita est, iudice me. ... © Midas 2007 |
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Midas, Thanks for sharing your lyrical gift- reading this piece makes me want to put down some thoughts of my own. hugs, cmc
__________________ ![]() ![]() ![]() Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind. ~ Lionel Hampton |
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Midas.... Wow..I didn't know you had THAT in you.. Stunning.. Love you so much..and I'd sure like to see you more often... been missing ya. Love, :IO
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I didn't know I had that in me, either. It's something I was brooding over the past 24 hours. The second line in the last stanza, in Latin, means "Look to the end, the cause is finished, my judgment." I could have written "praeteritus vitae diligite est" (The past is cherished) but it didn't rhyme. That's actually the title in medieval Latin. It's nice to know someone's thinking of me. Gratia maxime. |
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keep posting some poems.....wonderful...
__________________ the biggest power a being is given is the now. in the now there is will, choice and therefore a power with no boundaries; for what is born from pure love has no seasons, only continuity, then growth. your spirit will tell you the truth. there's a silence within the silence. |
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